I must be that old too. When we were stationed in Japan, my father bought my mother a turntable. And we used to listen to Sinatra, Bobby Vinton, Jim Nabors and the likes. We were at Fort Bragg North Carolina housing, while my dad flew missions out of Pope in 65. I was a young lad, but I remember well.
Great music never goes away.
Some things are timeless. Good thing too.